Tons Of Sex

I Know What You're Thinking -
"That white-haired bafoon has been at the laudanum and the cooking sherry!  Flee - flee, save yourselves, and also the digital weighing-scales with built-in tare function and default time-out definition."
     No.  We are eminently still SFW, because I am merely twisting your tails, for there is a precedent about what I say.  Your humble scribe went back over past BOOJUM!s and found that this was rather recent.  Art?

The Sexton, multiple

     Lo!  For here we have an assemblage of the Sexton Self-Propelled Gun, and many of them.  So - hence today's title.  Perhaps it would have been more accurate to put "Tons of Sextons" but how many curious passers-by would that have snagged, eh?
     I have gone on about the Sexton before, but, again, there is that mention about tanks in the default Facebook description, and this will serve.
Right!  Time to hurl the motley into an industrial blender and see how many bits it comes out in!

This might be a motley.
Or not.

    
A Year Ago Today
I started at my Not To Be Mentioned Employer (the HR branch of <ahem> a major retailer), and was informed that there was no possibility of being kept on after December 2nd 2017.
     Well - here I am, still.  Actually jittering around in my chair thanks to pints of coffee, but, still.
     One reason I may be plying my trade yet is because your humble scribe is hopelessly impractical at almost everything except baking.  When I bake a cake, I bring it into the office, so that my esteemed colleagues can enjoy it, whilst I look on jealously.* Art?

Slightly experimental fruit cake.  I was worried it might be a bit dry.
(None left at end of day)

     It may only be cupboard love, but I'll take what I can get.
     Incidentally, I am actually working in the office today, ensconced on Floor 17 of the Dark Tower.  Having had to get up at 6 ante meridian for an 8 ante meridian start makes one appreciate working from home.


I Say!
That font of all that's fit to read, the BBC, as usual had a plethora of interesting stories this morning, when all I could do was post a link and then bolt out of the door (see above).
     One I would like to concentrate on is called "The Great Pretender" and features places in the Allotment of Eden (Britain, if we're being formal) that have been disguised, convincingly, as other places abroad.

Not South Canada

     Nominally, this is the Avengers HQ in the state of New York, South Canada.
     In fact it is located in the rather more prosaic environs of Norwich, in the Allotment, and is in reality a giant art gallery stuffed full of modern stuff.  I shan't say who established it, as that would give a giant hint about my Not To Be Mentioned Employer.      Of course, one of the more convincing portrayals of a foreign country was "Full Metal Jacket", where the shattered buildings of British Gas in the London Docklands were transformed into Hue city, Republic of Vietnam.  Art?

Imported tank and palm trees

Of course, some parts of modern London are a bit rough

      That's a fruitful article.  I shall come back to this.Oh yes indeed!

Well, I am typing these lines from home, as your humble scribe is now back at The Mansion, a process which took a good 90 minutes and considerable awkwardness, what with having to carry a bag of shopping, my manbag, a bag full of empty cake tins and my hefty self.  Truly, I do appreciate working from home more, now.

"Triplanetary" By E. E. "Doc And Don't You Forget It" Smith
Well, I had already read the second half of this novel, which came out as a stand-alone work in the Thirties, and now I've finished the first half, which is admittedly ass-backwards but Hey! Logic is for straights.

Are they related?

     The conversational style in the first half is a lot more realistic than the somewhat stilted stuff in the second half, and we get an establishing background that forms a foundation for the later works: planet Earth is going to end up as a combination battleground and chess piece in a galaxy-wide conflict between the Arisians (who are cloyingly good) and the Eddoreans (who are deliciously eeeeevil).
     No sign of a lens yet.

Is he using Brylcreem?

     And there we shall leave it for tonight.  Pip pip!


*  Once again, with feeling, THANK YOU SO MUCH DIABETES!